A couple of times in my life I found that I was exceeding the hand-baggage allowance, but needed encouragement to start checking some in. Metaphorically, of course.
Perhaps talking to someone who knows you would help?
My friends can't figure me out..HAA!
I..am too much..too little..to far...somewhere around to catch up..
Lucky my musical friends are deep enough to begin to try to suss whats going on in my head..my "squirrels" as they put it are always on the run.
I'm a simple man...music,moment,synchronicity,luminosity,
Deepness
Lightness.
The members here who have been-there..leaving me to wonder
Will I be enough?
A stoic who values the emotive movements that make up the day.
Yall get me and thats enough to stop the noise.
Oh Lort...the wanderlust just ambushed me and the longing for other lights of other days in the far and away.
The sound of rain on tin roofs
The smell of wet pavement..of freshly wet limestone in the hill country
The sound of wind over the tall bent grass out there where people get frightened of the silence..its overwhelming you know..to be caught unawares in your own head
Some look into THAT void and grow mad because they cannot understand that silence is the way
To
Grow tired enough to burn away the dross and find the stillness inside.
The void is a mirror,a pool in dark places..the echoes of ones own voice when still enough to listen to whats being said and 7nderstandung its not the real voice, only echoes.
I am found in the away places and lost amid the crowds.
I can't envy, that...is a bad thing..I do have a gladness for you who have walked out there..a shared joy between travelers.
Well, that went south quickly no?
I hope your journeys are fruitfull!